Seems like dark grey stockings
in the raking torchlight with 4 AM stubble,
a midnight transvestite.

Art Of Persistence (First Draft)

A shadow emerges, suspicion hardens to fact
No trouble, it doubles; faith is fatally stacked
Re-Organises his structure, deathly desire takes hold
Result of the passage, between once young then old

The art of persistence, survival bred skills
Repairs for the final, test of the wills
Persistence, survival, test of the wills
Prepare for the final, perfect rival to kill
Prepare for the final, perfect rival to kill

Under black eyes, smoke signals are blown
The immunity network, is both scattered and worn
Buy the best, have good fortune, he's a hunch what's in store
And certain what lies, beyond the last door

The Interior breaks down, hope's put under the knife
Security's blow, for the next and his wife
No overhaul or operation—no! Welcome research can prevent
In communication, the last breath is spent